Fit for a Goddess - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Astra believed Delilah was bowing to her and smiled in gratitude to the woman she thought remained her loyal cleric, turning to Loresse with quiet confidence, in spite of the waves of power now rippling the air around the immensely powerful mage.

“Mortal, why do I sense the same aura in you that I felt touching the minds of the monsters that invaded my temple?” The blonde goddess demanded, pointing a finger accusingly at Loresse.

Loresse turned a sidelong glance at Delilah, a look of victory crossing features that were now so achingly, ethereally beautiful that they almost hurt to behold. The most gorgeous of the divine beings, Astra, the goddess of beauty and healing looked positively plain in comparison to the young elf now. “Probably because I arranged it all.”

Delilah’s bowed head snapped up, her jaw slack as she stared in disbelief at her friend.

“You arranged it?” gasped Erikkan. “The monsters? The dragon?”

“Of course,” said Loresse, turning to the quivering fighter, her smoldering gaze dropping the weak-kneed man to his knees beside Delilah. “I needed to block your earthly connection enough for me to shift the flow of power from your followers’ worship to a more deserving recipient. Disrupting the harmony of your temple seemed like an efficient way to go about it.”

Astra gaped at the supremely beautiful being before her, unable to believe what she was hearing. Delilah and Erikkan reacted similarly.

“More deserving recipient?” the goddess intoned, musing aloud.

“Yes,” confirmed Loresse. “Me.”

Delilah let out a small choking sound upon hearing the revelation, her wide eyes unable to leave Loresse’s breathtaking visage.

“But why?” the silver goddess asked, honestly confused.

Loresse twisted her body until she was again facing the temple’s goddess, her sinuous abs tightening beneath the perfect skin of her slender midriff with the motion. She stepped forward, the long slit in her calf-length skirt parting to reveal the entire length of her endless, heartbreakingly perfect leg. She began to circle the blonde goddess with languidly graceful strides. Mesmerizing lips parted as her seductive voice continued what appeared to be a well-rehearsed speech.

“With your breathtaking appearance and promises of healing powers, you draw in followers and worshippers,” said Loresse disdainfully. “But in truth, you’re weak.”

The nubile elf paused, her lush breasts now straining the halter-like top created when her damaged robes had been torn by the dragon. Delilah could see Loresse’s body changing now, ascending to ever-more-breathtaking heights. Her sleek stomach rippled with taut, feminine muscle. The raven-haired beauty’s long legs continued to tone with ever increasing definition as they drew to a stop, her long slitted skirt swishing to delicately caress the satin skin of her slender thighs. She was now taller than Astra, looking down on the blonde goddess, a haughty expression twisting her perfect lips.

“You never deserved worshippers like Delilah. A goddess? Ha! You couldn’t even stand up to a dragon and some rabble sent to invade your temple. You couldn’t keep me, a simple mage from stripping you of the entirety of your following.”

Loresse leaned toward the goddess, her dark eyes blazing triumphantly. “And it wasn’t even difficult. It was easy.”

Astra swallowed nervously, feeling the radiant aura of might Loresse now possessed, knowing intuitively that the sensual elf’s staggeringly sexy body was vastly more powerful than her own.

“Your followers deserve someone worthy of their worship. They deserve someone who can inflame their passions, to inspire them with her strength…”

Loresse smiled as she watched Astra’s eyes fill with awe, the formerly formidable goddess now trembling before the young elf’s rising magnificence.

“...they deserve me!”

Loresse spread her arms wide, her robes falling away to reveal her naked breasts in all their glory, her body having left mortal levels of perfection far behind.

Astra shook herself from her ensorcelled trance, her eyes wild and desperate as she flung out her hands to launch a stream of silvery mystical energy at her usurper’s fiery form.

Loresse made no effort to block the goddess’ stream of destructive power, laughing as she allowed it to strike her directly in her perfect chest. The elven mage’s devastatingly perfect body absorbed Astra’s pure energy just as it had the dragon’s breath before it, using its sacred essence to fuel her inexorable rise to supremacy.

“Good goddess,” Delilah whispered from quivering lips, her body at the brink of climax merely from watching Loresse laugh off the most powerful attacks her former goddess had to offer.

“As I said, Astra. Weak,” the überpowerful mage informed the goddess as the silver-haired beauty drooped, all of her remaining energy expended. “My spell redirects and magnifies the power of your former worshippers’ faith far more effectively than you were ever able to accomplish. My power is limitless compared to yours. Your tarnished silver will never glow as brightly as my flames burn.”

Delilah struggled to her feet, staggering forward to rest a hand on Astra’s shoulder. She forced the former goddess down as her own legs gave out, both of them dropping to kneel before a pleased Loresse.

“Thank you for teaching Astra the proper show of respect, Delilah,” said the elf, shaking back an errant lock of thick sable hair. Her hair seemed to float as it drifted back into place, moving as if of its own volition. “Now, I think I’ll bless her with the opportunity to become part of the future rather than simply a meaningless remnant of the past…”

Loresse bent down, long fingers sinking into Astra’s hair before curling into it with an iron grip. She pulled the defeated goddess into the air, her feet dangling helplessly beneath her. Loresse smiled as she lowered Astra’s stricken mouth to her plush, vermillion lips. Goddesses old and new shared a single kiss, Astra’s physical form fading away in a thinning cloud of silvery sparkles even as Loresse’s flaming aura of sultry crimson grew in breathtaking brilliance.

Loresse gasped, startled for the first time by just how much power had been left in Astra’s withered form, power that completed her long journey to goddesshood.

She turned to Erikkan, the slack-jawed soldier still stunned to have witnessed this lopsided battle between two goddesses of beauty, one of whom he’d journeyed with for some time now. “And thank you, Erikkan. You played your part perfectly, but now I really do want some of that ‘privacy’ you mentioned…”

Momentarily blinded by a crimson flash, Erikkan suddenly found himself outside a place he’d often bragged was his favorite pub, even though it was hundreds of miles from the Temple of Astra. Better yet, four heavy sacks of gold coins clinked around his boots. He smiled and collected his reward, knowing the story behind its earning would buy his first round for years to come.

With an ambiguous smile, Loresse rose into the air on a column of fire. “Now, I’d like my favorite little pet to meet me somewhere more private...” The devastatingly sexy elf winked, then swooped into the temple, a trail of smoke billowing in her wake.

A dazed Delilah struggled to her feet, doggedly tromping after the divine creature that used to be her friend. As she entered the sanctum of the temple, she skidded to a sudden stop, her shield and mace clattering to the floor.

Loresse luxuriated in the throne—Astra’s throne—situated under the temple’s domed ceiling, a long, agonizingly shapely leg draped casually over the arm of the ornate chair. The elf’s clothes were gone, licking, caressing flame their only replacement—and they covered very little of the luscious elf’s unrivaled body, which still continued to improve before Delilah’s trembling eyes.

The cleric dropped to her knees, unable to tear her gaze away from Loresse’s divine form. The act elicited another smile from Loresse’s achingly perfect lips. The nascent goddess extended a sculpted arm and curled a single finger inward, beckoning her follower to the foot of her throne.

Delilah’s knees were too weak to stand, so she crawled to the base of Loresse’s throne, her head weaving from side to side as her eyes focused on the erotic curvature of Loresse’s bare foot.

“You may kiss it if you like,” Loresse smiled, looking fondly at Delilah, a flicker of curiosity lighting her dark eyes.

Delilah couldn’t speak, the lump that had formed in her throat in the presence of such an overwhelmingly seductive presence making speech impossible. So the blonde cleric merely nodded. She leaned forward, pursing her lips as her body shook. When they met the perfect skin of Loresse’s foot, she shuddered with pleasure.

Loresse watched the spasming young woman below her with a broad smile curling her perfect lips, her voice becoming breathy. “Now my calf…”

Delilah felt like falling away, letting orgasmic rapture torture her desire-addled body. But the words of her goddess ignited a compulsion, driving her forward rather than back.

She had to please Loresse. It was the only thing that was important now. She needed to show her goddess the proper respect.

Delilah reached out her tongue, licking the firm, sleek swell of the elven goddess’ leg, whimpering as the delectable taste of Loresse’s flesh rocked her clenching, shaking body once again.

“More,” Loresse said, her husky voice tremulous as the word issued from her divine lips. Her hips began to squirm as her longtime friend’s mouth rose the silken surface of her inner thigh, the nature of their relationship evolving with every inch of progression.

“Loresse,” Delilah whispered, her voice lost to the staggering magnitude of desire as its agonizing fire burned her from within.

Loresse’s long lashes squeezed shut as the divine being luxuriated in the sensation of Delilah’s ascending kisses. “Worship me,” she murmured before losing herself in the pleasure of her cleric’s adoring touch.

Delilah paused, taking several deep breaths as the flames that caressed Loresse’s lower abdomen parted. Still breathing heavily, Delilah leaned forward, pressing her moist, trembling lips to the fire-glazed surface of Loresse’s hopelessly perfect sex as the goddess quivered in anticipation.

As Delilah’s tremulous tongue slithered between her lips to touch Loresse’s body, the goddess’ unearthly form spasmed as if her cleric’s languid lick had completed a circuit of erotic energy, unleashing a terrifyingly powerful torrent of divine potency into the elven beauty’s impossibly seductive form.

“My goddess,” Delilah breathed, her voice the merest wisp of a sound as she succumbed to a lifetime of ecstasy in a second, unbreakable bonds of devotion drawing tight around her rapidly thudding heart.

Delilah’s body collapsed atop that of her goddess, the body of the nascent deity and her foremost disciple writhing in concert as they consummated the first mortal ascension to divinity. Loresse’s delicate fingers curled under her cleric’s shuddering chin, lifting it. Their lips pressed softly together as curved walls of flame rose around two lovers in the heart of the new Temple of Loresse.